Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.